Nobody outside the pseudo-hip film-fanatic fraternity cares about seeing Quentin Tarantino‘s Django Unchained…no one. Will Smith as a slave? Leonardo DiCaprio as a snorting, squinting badass? Another ’70s grindhouse exercise, another movie-in-quotes, an hommage to the Sergio Leone westerns (shoot it in Tabernas!) and Jodorowsky’s El Topo, blah, blah. Western archetypes covered in sweat and stink and crud and grease. If Christoph Waltz winds up costarring it’ll be the ultimate self-referential circle-jerk.
